Earlier this evening I got a voicemail message from G saying "Call me back, dammit, this is important!" My phone was dead so I retrieved his number from the depths of my mind (how? I'm innumerate?!?) and found a payphone, then realised I had no change, so found one that accepted cards...
G: Hello?
Me: It's me... Are you okay?
G: Oh hello. Why are you calling from an 0845 number?
Me: Payphone, mobile is dead... What's up?
G: What?
Me: Your voicemail. Important. Is everything okay?
G: Oh yeah, I was just calling to tell you that the Borat film is out now.
Me: You called to say that? You PANICKED me to say that?
G: Well, it is important!
Me: I hate you.
Yesterday Flat Dragon got drunk and I laughed so hard I thought I might be sick. Got 10/20 on the quiz but have a dilemma that can't be solved. This morning I saw a man wearing a jacket made out of beermats. Photos of both to follow...
I'm fucking KNACKERED and my plans for an early night fucked up again. Where I'm working only has decaff coffee so I might whip out the old Pro Plus if I'm going to attempt to be coherent at Friday Night Dinner With The Geordies (it deserves capitalisation). Howay pet.
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